Chapter 43: Goblet of Transformation (4)
- Hey, human, it's done.
- What's done?
- The
- Are you pertaining to the Marquess?
- Whatever his name was. Just do it.
*dingg!*
♤Notice!♤
The
You can now use every feature within the updated system.
100% / 100% (1,250 of 1,250)
Argh… So it's all about that? Tch. That skill will be the death of me if I use it. And on top of that, it's only a scam. …Well, they seem to fall for it, whatever. I put away the silver sword but the vampiric regeneration couldn't completely heal my burnt hand.
"You just have to come with us, it's not like we'll kill you… We just need evidence that it wasn't a human that killed Lady Rem-!"
*dingg!*
*dingg!*
♤Skill Activation♤
Dominator Lvl. MAX - Activated.
Everyone within 30 m radius from you will feel the intimidation superior to that of an Ancient Dragon. Trembling in their booths. You are like the most powerful creature in the world. No one can be able to think straight around you.
*Of course, it's only an illusion so don't be delusional.
Condition 1:
Due to your nonexistent
Condition 2:
You are under the influence of
Condition 3:
Your
[{*Antediluvian Elder - very old vampires. Though age doesn't reflect strength, Antediluvian rank can be applied to nobles, commoners, slaves, and mutants if they reach an age of more than 700. They could earn respect from younger vampires for their life experiences. This rank is only below that of the Immortal Rank, which was the Vampire Lord}]
♤Title Application: On♤
The title
Rank: SSS+ (Transcendent)
Title Effects:
* Royal Intimidation: the pressure you are releasing will increase 5x. You can now command anyone below your area due to authority.
* Voice Amplifier: your voice will put pressure on anyone you talk to. (Unstable)
* Maximum Gravity: around 50m radius, you can exert it towards your chosen targets. (Unstable)
* Glib-tongue: your persuasion will increase by 70%.
(Warning! Upon use, normal people could faint or vomit blood at the sight of you. After a long exposure, there is a high chance they'll be crushed by it to death.)
Abnormal Status:
Due to your , which will put a toll on your weak body, you can only control 50% of this Title's effects.)
My aura spread and the pressure made their feet crush the ground they're stepping on. Berias's hand fell and even Luwa's sharp nails disappeared from behind my nape. When I look around, everyone stops fighting and only tries to resist the pressure, even the Marquess, he was looking at me with wide eyes. Like asking me for an explanation.
I avoid his gaze and look only at Berias and Luwa, like everybody else, they can't move.
- Human, make it fast. The Vampiric Pills' time limit ends soon. You only have 5 minutes. The Dominator skill is also counting down.
Vampiric Pills
Time Limit: 00:04:51
Dominator Lvl. MAX
Time Limit: 00:01:45
"Hey, can't you understand the word 'leave' or are you just deaf?" I asked with a threatening voice and a sinister glare.
"W-What is this monster?!"
"Shit! Retreat! Everyone! Move as fast as you can!" Luwa pulled Berias away and with a vampiric speed, they all staggered to run away because of the pressure.
When I feel their presence gone, I turn my head towards the Knights and Marquess Trastius who are still resisting the pressure caused by my skill and title so I immediately turned it off.
*dingg!*
*dingg!*
*dingg!*
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*dingg!*
♤Emergency Quest Alert 4!♤
Marquess Trastius' and Keatons's Carriage traveling from Dabe Village to the City will be ambushed by unidentified men on Gabid Village.
[CLEARED]
Quest Reward:
Marquess Trastius's Earful Sermon (Rare) [Exp.] [SOON]
Stamina increases by 8, Regeneration Lvl. 1 (active skill), Transference Lvl. 1 (active skill)
You leveled up!
You leveled up!
♤WARNING!♤
You have exhausted yourself,
Your
Your
You are still under the influence of
Your
You will feel extreme dizziness, drooling, bloodlust, and animalistic behavior.
You will lose control over yourself in 10 seconds.
Option 1:
Blood is all over the place, suck human blood through their neck to satisfy your
Option 2:
Move away and distance yourself, somewhere you can't smell anymore blood or fresh flesh until the
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Time starts now.
My eyes shook after reading the Warning panel. 10…9…8…
Marquess Trastius steps forward while looking straight at me with disbelief but I step back trying to suppress the effect of Hunger.
"Father, can't we talk later at home, please?" I said to him after I activated the Vampiric Speed.
6…5…
"…Tani-!" Before the Marquess could even get close to me, I ran as fast as I could, away from the injured knights.
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I found myself running somewhere inside a spooky looking forest. My sharp claws scratch the trees I pass by while my drools are dripping from my mouth uncontrollably, then I start having a headache that makes me dizzy. Until I trip over from the tree root. My clear vision traveled across the forest to find food, rabbits, deers, fox…
'…If only I could taste those creatures… They smell good! I need to hunt them first!'
- Hey! Human! Get a hold of yourself!
From afar, I hear rustles on the bushes, if I'm not mistaken, those are footsteps!
Vampiric Pills
Time Limit: 00:02:23
I search for the footsteps. My senses are just strong enough to think I can hear the footsteps from the other side of this forest. I search for the person making the rustles, until I spot a man walking down the road carrying a traditional woodcutter's backpack/basket.
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I jumped at him, as he lost his balance because of the impact of my landing.
"Ackk!…What the hell…!?"
The man blurts out in surprise and he looks up at me while frowning, until his expression change as he recognize my appearance.
Vampiric Pills
Time Limit: 00:01:10
Red eyes, pale skin, wet mouth from saliva, sharp fangs and nails. My shadow covers his face as the two round moons are behind me.
The man's trembling hand reaches for his ax, "Hey! Who are you?! What do you want?!"
"…Blood…ha, hahaha! Give it. I need your blood."
Vampiric Pills
Time Limit: 00:00:59
- HEY!! Human! Stop!
In an instant, I close our gap as I reveal his bare neck. He can move because of the shock, but when I'm about to bite from his neck, my hand felt something damp on his collar.
'…huh?'
I sniff it. And my sensitive nose acted up stronger than my desire for blood.
"*Bleurgh*"
'Shit! Was that his sweat? Eww!'
- Whew… I thought you had permanently lost your mind!
- You wish. You didn't do anything to stop me, it's your fault that I lost it for a moment.
- W-What?!
- Nevermind.
I step back and hurriedly open my inventory to find the disinfectant. I pray all over my head, neck, hands and clothes, I even wipe the drool on my lips.
"Hey, you." I look straight at his wide eyes, "Did I scare you?" I ask the man who's petrified with his butt stuck on the ground. As if life left his body out of fear. "Err…sorry about that."
Vampiric Pills
Time Limit: 00:00:01 (Halted)
*dingg!*
♤Notice!♤
The
Congratulations for holding out your bloodlust and hunger.
Reward/s:
2 Whole Roasted Marinated Chicken,
2 Big Boxes of Pizza Pepperoni,
3 Bottles of Wine (SS+ grade).
- What are those?
- Unusual foods.
- Hmm… so that's what you call 'Food'? I usually eat yin life force as food though.
- No one's interested.
- …
"…Spade."
"Hmm?" I look at the man in front of me, he's in a daze looking past me above my head. Though there's nothing there. "Are you alright, mister? Did I scare you that much to become like this?"
- Yeah, he almost got a heart attack because of you.
- It's not like I meant it.
The man stands up dusting off his pants. He's still staring above my head as if looking at something visible only to him.
"There's a spade symbol floating above your head. Can't you see it?" he points above my head but I really can't see anything.
"Are you on drugs, mister? There's nothing there, I tell you." I argued.
He then look in daze while looking at the space for a moment, "…hmm… is this what it's all about? Affiliated symbol? …why isn't the other function working though? …Liege? …Crazy."
'Yeah…he really is crazy.'
*dingg!*
♤Character Status♤ Name Jacob Antlers Age 24 Gender Male Title <11th Participant> Job
[Lack of Authority]
He is a wood cutter on weekends, while a porter for adventures on weekdays.
[You do not yet have access to view this character's information that is beyond basic]
Huh? What are these strange new features…? Affiliate Symbol? Is this because of the system update just now? And what is the purpose of the 11th Participant title?
I click on the title 11th Participant so I can view its purpose, but nothing pops out.
'Is this a bug?'
The man frown and look me in the eye, and told me, "I was telling the tru-"
He didn't finish his sentence because he lost consciousness after that. Although I could catch him before he fell, I chose not to… I let him fall on the ground.
"H-hey! Wake up! What a wuss! I didn't even scare you that much, you have a weak mentality-!"
Main Quest 1: Go to a Pub
Time Limit: 00:03:09:12
"Haa… I didn't even get to rest. I wonder if this broken body can keep this routine up. I definitely need a break after this."
I turn around and walk away but then I remember, that man is still lying on the ground over there.
- You'll take responsibility for him? Just leave him here, human.
- As if I'll take responsibility, I didn't do anything to him…
'But what if those vampires came back? …asdfghjkl…'
I pull the man's leg and drag him over to the carpet. I'll just drop him off at the nearest house or village.
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Cartania Kingdom, Capital, Roscossini Mansion.
Third Person's Point of View.
"Come again?" A woman asks with her wide eyes. She unconsciously drops her wine that spills on the ground.
"I'm telling the truth, Mistress. A nobleman from the Cavelier Mansion took the item. He claimed to be a nephew of Marquess Trastius and said to have paid the tinker 10x the amount of what we offered." The Butler, who's name is Motia, bowed his head to the woman with his blank face, "He handed our man over to the Bastille Palace tied with a note hanging on the man's neck, telling off of his crime."
"What crime?! I told you to do it discreetly!" The woman angrily yells as she holds on to her head, feeling stress out. "What's said on the note?"
"'Butler Motia asked me to harass the tinker but I ended up offending and threatening a noble, please imprison me!' Is what is said on it."
"That bastard! How dare he challenge me!" She slams her fist on the chair handle, "Investigate that Cavelier bastard, make sure to dig the dirt on him to his darkest one."
"Yes, Mistress." The butler bowed again and turned around.
"Motia." The woman holds onto Butler Motia's sleeve, "You aren't upset, are you? You're not acting like you used to before. Do you want to do it today?" The woman stood up to whisper beside his ear using her seductive voice.
"…" Butler Motia looks at the woman with a blank expression, before he removes her hand on him. "There's no need, Mistress. I must go and do the order."
The woman's reaction changes to a sharp one and pins Motia down to the chair she occupied a while ago. But Motia isn't fazed. She cups his face up to look straight at his blank eyes.
"You're unusually cold today, though you look hot as usual. Tell me the truth, were you really upset because of that Cavelier bastard or are you jealous that I'm not spending time with you for a while now? Which is it?"
"*sigh*…Neither, Mistress. I was just tired today."
Because of that, the woman's brow irked. The boring response from the butler made her lose interest in him.
"Tch. How boring. Leave." The woman distances herself before she chugs the bottled wine down her throat. "Call No. 8 on your way."
Motia leaves the room quietly and walks down the dimly lit hallway.
'…Slutty bitch. If only I could escape this place… well, I could but first I need to find the key for the treasury and escape.'
*dingg!*
[7th PARTICIPANT: MISSION LIST]
Affiliated Symbol: ---
* Find the affiliated symbol (Class C) - (Incomplete) (2.31% progress) (Reward:???)
* Join an affiliate symbol (Class S) - (Incomplete) (0% progress) (Reward:???)
* Pledge an allegiance and loyalty to your affiliated symbol (Class SS) - (Incomplete) (0% progress) (Reward:???)
* Make yourself trustworthy (Class SSS) - (Incomplete) (0% progress) (Reward:???)
* Make yourself stronger (Class S) - (Incomplete) (0% progress) (Reward:???)
* Choose a specialty. (Reward:???)
* Lead you Affiliation to Victory. (Class SSS+) - (Incomplete) (Reward:???)
* Home (Class SSS+) - (Incomplete) (0% progress) (Reward:???)
'2.31%? How did it go up? What should I do to make progress… neither do I know what affiliated symbols are for or what these classes are. But there's one thing I understand just by seeing this panel visible to only me.' Motia clenches his fist after remembering the humiliation he got for the woman he calls 'Mistress'.
"This isn't my world… I need to go home."
-*-
Pub.
*Slams*
A loud lady slams down her tankard on top of the counter, already empty. She wipes her mouth using her leather sleeved arm. (yea, leather)
She throws her gaze at the barman and says, "Another one. Give me more."
The poor barman refills her cup. He can't chase her away because she's a regular customer and always pays for what she consumes. The only problem is that she's loud, more louder than those drunken men behind her.
*Crash!*
“A-Ah! I’m sorry! A-Are you alright?” A girl bump on Derox that caused him to drop the bottle. The girl tried to help him but he just told her to go on her way and that it’s fine.
“*sigh*” As he picks up the large broken glasses, a man then again bumps on the crunching Derox that caused the glasses to cut his hand.
The drinking Lady stands up when she notices the cut on the barman’s hand.
“You are a clumsy fellow. How come you are a barman?” She asked. The barman gets startled when the Lady suddenly snatches his bleeding hand, and then he blushes. Bright warm light flows out of her hand to envelop the cut, until it heals as if the cut weren’t there from the start.
Detox thought. ‘I never get tired witnessing such magic-’
But that thought didn’t last long, when the followed up question was asked.
"Hey you, Derox. Do you want me to predict what will happen in 10 minutes?" An inelegant smirk appears across the lady’s face and black full eyes appear, as if it is the eyes of a Devil.
He can't help but sigh again as he shakes his head. He is amazed by how she's guessing it correctly but it always causes mischief later on. It is a bad omen. So he rather be content not knowing than be curious about it.
The lady's brows furrowed, "Why not! You already witnessed my power, right? You scum."
Dorax flinched. The Lady’s ominous energy coming out from her suddenly spiked.
Right, this is just like before. She healed the barman's foot after falling off the ladder to get a wine bottle. The Lady healed him and asked the same question right after. Confused, he accepted the offer right away. But then he became wary when the Lady’s expression changed. And her prediction was, 'A butler's lackey from an influential house will barge into their other shop, and harass the owner of the shop.' Derox wait for it to know if it's real then after 20 minutes, he heard the news about the shop that was almost robbed and harassed.
This time, he didn't want to answer the question, instead, he was thankful for the lady’s help and so to pay for her kindness, he decided to attend and assist the lady's needs by refilling her cup with alcohol. He thought it was enough but he's wrong. Though until this moment, the lady keeps persuading him to hear her prediction.
*sigh*
"What's your prediction, Milady?" He asked formally, he must never offend their regular customers and most importantly not a noble like her, at the same time, his savior.
The vibe around the lady changed, the atmosphere became heavy and when he met the lady's eyes with his, goosebumps immediately creep over his body.
"In 10 minutes, there will be a man staying at your inn for free."
Derox's mind was buffering for a minute, he gulps before smiling, "…That can't be, Milady, we never accept freeloaders."
'Fortunately it wasn’t that a ‘bad omen’ to such an extent. Though we naturally won't accept people for free because it'll affect our business, but now, we definitely must never accept it due to her prediction alone. Who knows, he might be a criminal.' Derox thought and retained his business smiling face.
(10 minutes later…)
Two figures appear at the entrance, one is unconscious and the other one is dragging the unconscious man by his leg. The loud pub suddenly becomes silent as they watch the man walking down the aisle.
Derox was about to approach the man but it was his old man that welcomed the man with a bright face. One of his eyebrows raises in confusion after he watches his old man happily talking and accommodating the newcomer. His father had never done that before, even with a high ranking noble visiting this place.
He then returns his gaze towards the lady he's attending to. Her expression is shocked and confused.
'Is this her prediction coming true?' He thought. ‘But she only said 'a' man, that means only one of those two will stay here and by the looks of it, it should be the man talking to his old man.’
"T…This is… Why didn't that man appear in my prediction?" She mumbles, still gazing at the back of the man.
"Derox, come over here."
He turns his head towards his father and approaches them. As he walks closely, he slowly catches a glimpse of the man's face, it's because he's wearing a hood that was hiding his face.
"This is the man I've been talking about earlier, he saved me, John, and the shop from Butler Motia's erandboy." The old man grins from ear to ear before looking back at the man on the ground. "And this man is his friend, you should take him to the most comfortable room we have upstairs."
"Gramps, you don't need to give him the most comfortable room, it's fine if it's just the simplest one. I don't know this man at all, he just happened to pass out by the road." Said the man and frowns at the sight of the drooling man lying on the floor.
"It's alright, sir, even if you brought all homeless people here, we will accept them all for free." Derox eyes widens and surprisingly looks at his father.
'What in the world...?!'